A/N: My first story on Fanfiction, so please be nice? I wrote in at one in the morning, so yeah. I got the same story up on Wattpad (check my bio). Thanks for reading.

She was not a nice person, and she knew it. All her life, Petunia Dursley was hated by most people in the world. She was a shadow of her younger sister, Lily. It had always been Lily this and Lily that. Petunia's own parents payed more attention to Lily than to Petunia.

Petunia had always been incredibly jealous of Lily. When Lily got a letter to that freaky school, Petunia had wanted to go to. She wanted to prove to her parents she was just as special as Lily. Yet, Dumbledore told Petunia that she had no magic in her.

Therefore, Lily was off to her special school while Petunia was stuck in her normal school. She had average grades with average looks with an average life. Lily had perfect grades with stunning looks and an exciting life. Lily was better that Petunia.

Petunia was naïve enough to think that once Lily was gone, their parents would pay attention to her. But no, they awaited Lily's letters, talked about how their "Precious Flower" was excelling at school, how "Little Lily" would grow up to be someone great one day.

Petunia tried though. She tried to be nice to her little sister. She tried to push down her jealousy. It wasn't Lily's fault she was so perfect, it wasn't Petunia's fault she was not. It was her parent's fault and all those other people's fault that they ignored Petunia, turning her so bitter.

After a while, she subconsciously started pushing Lily away, calling her a Freak and other bad names. She often blamed it on Severus Snape, the Freak boy who stole Lily from her. It wasn't true. Petunia still loved Lily, but she never showed it. Instead, she let her jealousy and hatred shine through. That's what made Lily turn her back on her.

One day, Petunia met Vernon Dursley. He was an...interesting character. Unlike most boys, Vernon didn't turn his back on Petunia when Lily walked by. In fact, Vernon only greeted Lily politely before giving his full attention to Petunia. Petunia loved that about him.

But did she like Vernon as a person? No. She thought she did, but a few months into their relationship, she didn't really know what to think. Vernon had awful eating habits and was the size of a walrus. He insulted people straight in their face and was loud. He came from a spoilt family and he thought he was better than most people.

However, he hated abnormality. Like Petunia, he couldn't stand anything out of the ordinary. Other than that, he was nice to Petunia and payed attention to her. It was nice to have someone look at her and not her sister. So naturally, when Vernon asked Petunia to marry him, she said yes.

She regretted it. She really did. Vernon was loud, obnoxious, fat, spoilt and mean. He never hurt Petunia, never said anything bad about her, but he never stopped insulting her sister. Sometimes, she thought of leaving him but then she remembered: no one else cared. Vernon reminded her constantly that he was the only one who would ever love her.

Petunia once though of getting a job, but Vernon strongly opposed. "A woman doesn't need to work when the husband's around. Woman are only good for housekeeping" were his exact words. Petunia hated that. Petunia's own mother had worked part time until Lily came along.

Yet, Petunia said nothing, remembering that she really had no one outside of Vernon. Lily and her hadn't been in contact for a very long time.

Then along came Dudley. Petunia loved Dudley, she really did. It was the only thing about her and Vernon's relationship that actually had meaning. Her little Dudders was everything to her. She promised herself that Dudders wouldn't end up like Vernon, but she knew it was a hollow promise.

Then, a year later, came along Harry. Harry looked exactly like his father with Lily's eyes. Those eyes looked up at her with great sorrow. With him came a letter. One letter. Those Freaks left a baby out in the cold for a whole night with nothing but a letter and a blanket. They expected her to take the beast in and everything. They explained everything in a letter! A single letter of all things. A single letter to explain how her sister died and why her nephew was so important to the Wizarding World.

Petunia had to take Harry in. The poor child. He had Lily's eyes, no less. "Little Lily"'s eyes. Petunia knew that Vernon wouldn't like it. She knew that Dudley would wail and cry, like his father must have when he didn't get what he wanted.

There had been a lot of shouting that day. "He is our nephew! My sisters son!" Petunia had protested.

"I don't care if it was you brother! The stupid waste of space is a Freak!"

"Vernon, please! I have never asked anything of you! Please! Just this once!" Petunia said over Dudley's wailing.

"Fine!" Vernon finally gave in, "But don't expect me to treat him the same way I treat Dudders! He can sleep in the cupboard and get Duddleys hand-me-downs! And he'll have to work for a living too! As if I'll let that Freak stay here for free,"

Petunia then took Harry to the cupboard under the stairs. It was dusty and filthy. Perfect for a Freak, she tried telling herself. It didn't help that Lily's eyes were looking up at her.

She found an old cot that had once been Dudley's and lay Harry down in it. Harry never cried out once. He didn't protest about anything. Not the dark, not the dust, not the bugs that freaked Petunia out. Petunia shivered at those eyes. She turned away and left the baby there.

Harry never cried out unless absolutely necessary, thanks to Vernon. Once, Harry was very lonely, so he started sobbing. Petunia had heard, but decided not to go. She was tending to Dudley and Vernon was watching.

Finally, Harry started wailing. Petunia couldn't take it anymore. She was about to go down herself when Vernon got up and said, "I'll go,"

Petunia knew she shouldn't have let him go, but she did anyway. The next day, when Petunia went to check on Harry, he was still crying silently. He had a large bruise on his small cheek. His shocking green eyes looked at her pleadingly.

She knew what had happened that day. She knew it was not going to stop. Petunia knew Harry wasn't safe in the house. She knew of Vernon's temper tantrums.

And yet. She did nothing.